After shaking his head, Meng Peiyuan rushed across the finish line, got out of the car and took off his helmet.
The next second, he quickly walked to a bunny girl, his eyes examined and surprised: Shi LAN?
The bunny girl was stiff all over, and turned away her face in embarrassment: Sir, you have recognized the wrong person!
I'm sure you're Shi LAN. Looking at the tight leather clothes on Shi Lan's body, Meng Peiyuan almost outlined the shape of her private part. Meng Peiyuan's eyebrows were deeply wrinkled. He quickly made a decision: you, follow me.
Shi LAN opened her eyes slightly: Sir, are you going to show me?
Meng Peiyuan made a deep hum.
Well, please follow me to go through the formalities.
Meng Peiyuan raised a check directly, signed it and handed it to another bunny girl: I don't want to waste time. If you give me the money, I will say she was taken away by me.
The bunnies stare at Meng Peiyuan and Shi Lan's back enviously and jealously, and discuss why they are not favored by them?
Meng Peiyuan leads Shi LAN back to the dressing room. When she meets again, Shi LAN has changed her tights back to her suspender skirt.
Seeing her hands shaking with cold, Meng Peiyuan took off her suit coat and put it on her shoulder.
Thank you. As soon as the heart of the poem warms, Meng Peiyuan's timely help moves her in a desperate situation.
On the other side, Shen Congliang in the audience rubbed up to the north side of Zhouyi and said: How did Peiyuan go?
Zhou Yi Bei ha Xiao: a beautiful woman has an appointment.
Shen Congliang frowned: you will not stop!
Why stop it?
He's married!
The center of gravity of the northern language in the book of changes is long: This is not the same. No matter what he did, as long as it wasn't murder and arson, I wouldn't interfere. Besides, Bai Tongxi, I only met her once, not even a friend. Why should I shackle my brother for her?
Shen Congliang has nothing to say.
As soon as he walked out of the revolving door, the parking boy immediately gave the key to Lamborghini and flattered him: Mr. Meng, the car has been cleaned.
Meng Peiyuan generous tip, greeting some nervous poem blue on the car.
In the carriage, Meng Peiyuan was silent at first. When he spoke again, his voice was more friendly: do you still want to call me husband?
Shi LAN hesitated: Meng Xuechang.
How old are you?
23 years old. I just graduated from university.
Why do you choose to do this?
Shi LAN sighed, and pain appeared at the bottom of her eyes: come quickly.
After a pause, she hesitated to open her lips to Meng Peiyuan: senior, do you want to do it with me? For the first time, I only charge you two thousand yuan.
As thin as a mosquito, Shi Lan's head is lower and lower, which is obviously caused by shame.
Hearing the speech, Meng Peiyuan tightly pursed his thin lips and turned his head. He raised Shi Lan's chin with his fingertips and ordered: smile.
Shi LAN didn't dare to hesitate and gave him a smile.
It's really like Meng Peiyuan's yearning thought when he was a child.
Shi Lan's father was the former housekeeper of the Meng family. Before Meng Peiyuan went abroad, he could always see Shi LAN behind her father as busy as a little tail.
Under the same eaves, it is hard to avoid intersection.
Later, Shi Lan's father told Meng Peiyuan that Shi LAN had been admitted to the high school he had studied in, and the little girl was not ambiguous, so she called him "Meng Xuechang" freely.